I've fucked up all the bosses

The feeling of Hua Chao can't be wrong, the aura of Yaohuang and Ye Zhihuan are too similar.

Just as there are no two identical leaves in this world, there will not be two people with the same breath in this world.

Why is this so?

Hua Chao was puzzled.

This is a world made up of data and codes. You can't let your thinking solidify. You have to break through the routine and try to think about problems from another angle.

Before he could find a way to think about the problem, the Demon Emperor kissed him again.

The tip of the sensitive fox ears was caught by the wet tongue, Hua Chao's brain could hardly think, and could only resist instinctively.

"I'm really not used to this." Hua Chao tucked his head into his tail to avoid the demon emperor's kiss. Although his voice was soft, his attitude was very decisive.

He jumped out of the demon emperor's arms with a light jump, and changed back into a human form and stood under the tree with a bewildered and embarrassed expression.

The Demon Emperor suppressed the smile on his face and looked at him with a frown: "I thought you already understood my intentions."

Hua Chao avoided his gaze, and looked towards the distant horizon: "I don't have that kind of thought in my heart, so why not keep the current state?"

The Demon Emperor said, "Not good."

As the great ancient demon, he is not an impatient demon, he is an ancient tree that has gone through countless years, rooted in the soil day after day, and is the most able to endure loneliness.

Originally, he could have waited forever, waiting for the little fox to enlighten himself.

However, the appearance of Ye Zhihuan gave him a strong sense of crisis.

I can't let that annoying human race take away the little fox he raised again.

His eyes showed a strong possessive desire, and he locked on Huachao firmly. Under this very aggressive gaze, Huachao curled up his toes uncomfortably, and said bravely: "It's too sudden, I'm still waiting for you!" Without mental preparation, I have always regarded you as an elder."

After Hua Chao finished speaking with a straight face, he rushed into the forest with a whoosh.

He walked aimlessly through the lush forest, smashing the peach blossoms of one tree after another.

The swordsman returned to Yongye Canyon with the ancient knife on his back.

The small wooden house stands in the forest, and because it has been uninhabited for a long time, the walls have been covered with various vines.

The swordsman picked up the knife and chopped the vines, and the vines fell to the ground, and suddenly there was a bird cry under the eaves.

When Ye Zhihuan looked up, he found two swallow nests built under the eaves, and a nest of young swallows poked their heads out of the nest and chirped.

If the fox were here, he would definitely circle around the nest, tugging at his sleeves and yelling.The days in Yongye Canyon are very lonely, and the fox has a lively temperament. When he sees something interesting, he will talk back and forth non-stop.

Once when he was collecting firewood in the woods, he picked up a few wild eggs and brought them back to cook for the fox to eat. Unexpectedly, the fox had a whim and made a grass nest to sit in and hatch eggs. A brood of little yellow chickens hatched.

The snow-white fox lays down in the nest to incubate eggs every day. It is more dedicated than the old hen. Unexpectedly, it actually hatched a brood of chicks.

That night, both the swordsman and the fox watched nervously as the eggs broke their shells, and colorful chicks waddled out of the shells one by one.

The fox kept yelling about eating chickens, and those chicks grew up day by day, their mouths became sharper, their wings became stronger, their eyes became sharper, and their appearance became less and less like chickens.

It turned out that what the fox hatched through hard work was not a pheasant at all, but a nest of skyward eagles.

The meat of Chaotianying is not tasty, so the fox can only release them back to the forest with a depressed face.

Ye Zhihuan cut off the vines that were flaring their teeth and claws on the wall one by one. After cleaning up the vines, he stood still in front of the wooden door and paused for a long time before stretching out his hand to push the wooden door open.

The hexagonal copper bell hanging on the door jingled.

The copper bell was also made by the fox himself. The fox said that the copper bell was a doorbell. No matter how late they came back, as long as they pushed the door, the copper bell would ring, and the people waiting in the house would know that the other party had returned.

The copper bell was still ringing, but there was no one waiting for him to return.

It has been unoccupied for a long time, and the house exudes a stale smell, and the furnishings inside have been covered with a thick layer of dust, like a gray layer of old memories in the mind.

Although covered in dust, these old memories have not faded. On the contrary, they are too beautiful to touch or recall easily.

I used to get used to the life of one person, and then I got used to the life of two people, going around, and now I have to learn to get used to the life of only him from now on.

Ye Zhihuan was busy with a broom, silently and alone sweeping away the dust on the ground.

There was a sound of extremely light footsteps and ice armor colliding in the distance, but unfortunately no matter how subtle the sound could escape Ye Zhihuan's ears.

He raised his head expressionlessly, looking tiredly and indifferently in the direction of the sound.

A moment later, a group of people in golden armor appeared in the Eternal Night Canyon.

This is the Jinwu Guard of the Ye Dynasty. These well-trained Jinwu Guards surrounded a soft sedan chair, and a majestic and forceful voice came from inside.

"You were originally the grandson of my Ye Dynasty, but now you have come down to this point because of a monster clan, and you really have lost all face of the Ye Dynasty."

Hearing the voice, the person sitting in the sedan chair should be his 'father'.

Ye Zhihuan doesn't have the concept of family affection, he doesn't know what family affection is, and the Ye Dynasty will not let him understand what family affection is, because people who practice the ruthless way should not have affection.

Ye Zhihuan put down the broom and pulled out the ancient knife behind him.

Ever since he practiced the Dao of Slaughter, the enchanted knife has been difficult to get out of its sheath, except for cutting chopsticks for foxes and chickens, the knife will see blood when it is out of the sheath.

As soon as the magic knife was unsheathed, strong blood energy overflowed from the blade, and a blood-colored beam of light shot up from the ground, startling countless birds and beasts in the forest.

The man in the soft sedan did not retreat, but there was a touch of contempt in his voice.

"The way of killing can only be proved by cutting off all fetters. You have a deep affection for that fox. I am afraid that you are not willing to kill him. If you don't kill him, you will not be able to prove the way. The heart of killing the way will be broken. Two The broken Dao heart will bite back together, and you can foresee your end."

Ye Zhihuan held the knife and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

The man in the soft sedan sneered: "I didn't intend to kill you this time, but to show you a clear way, as long as you are willing to kill that fox, kneel down in front of the royal court of my Ye Dynasty and kowtow to admit your mistake, you He will become the most honorable grandson of the Ye Dynasty and get rid of this endless slaughter."

Ye Zhihuan is tired of killing, and he practiced the way of killing not for killing, but for being able to see his fox again.

At the beginning, he beheaded those who had no conscience and did all kinds of evil. Along the way, he killed many people and saved many people.

Later, everyone in the Jianghu knew that he practiced the way of killing, so they rushed over to kill him in groups.

He has no grievances with these people, but these people want his life, so he has no choice but to swing the butcher knife.

After killing these people, more people came to the door.

Those who seek revenge from him full of hatred, those who are righteous and want to uphold justice, those who are afraid and don't want him to practice the way of killing...

Countless people, countless monsters, can only wield their knives mechanically and immerse themselves in the endless killing.

Once hatred and fear start, they will snowball like a snowball.

Now he is deeply involved in killing, walking hard in the bloody swamp all the time.

Obviously at first he just wanted to get his fox back.

A killing has begun again.

After killing a few Jinwu guards, the man in the sedan chair left leisurely under the cover of the Jinwu guards.

The enchanted knife was dripping with blood, and the crimson spot in the middle of the knife was full of blood, glowing with a strange and evil light.

Killing doesn't make people happy, it doesn't satisfy them.

A swordsman who cultivates the way of ruthlessness cannot be ruthless, and a swordsman who cultivates the way of killing does not like to kill.

He just wants to hold his fox and live quietly in a place where no one is disturbed.

When two people are together, they must be together every day when they are alive, and they must die together when they die. The ashes must be mixed together. just fine.

A thin line of blood overflowed from the swordsman's earhole.

He wiped it lightly with his fingertips, staring at the blood-stained fingertips for a long time.

time is limited.

He has little time left.

Ye Zhihuan wiped off the blood on the magic knife with a soft cloth, lay down on the couch with his clothes on and slept.

The wind in the mountains rattled the window, bringing Ye Zhihuan back to the night when he met the fox again.

That night was the Lantern Festival, and all I could see were bright lights.

He left Qiuming Mountain and entered the rivers and lakes, always thinking about the fox he knew when he was young.

When I walked to the lake absent-mindedly, I saw many people setting off Kongming lanterns.

It is said that Kongming lanterns can realize the wishes of the bottom of my heart, so Ye Zhihuan bought the largest Kongming lantern and drew a fox on it with a brush.

He outlined a lively fox with a few strokes, and he didn't care when he saw a piece of red clothes parked in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

As soon as he let go after drawing the fox, the bright red Kongming Lantern flew into the sky from his hand.

The Kongming Lantern rose slowly, like a fiery red veil that was slowly lifted, revealing the face behind the lantern bit by bit.

Everything in the world faded away, thousands of lights, not as good as the smile in his eyes.

Although he had never seen him before, Ye Zhihuan knew at just one glance that the person in front of him was the fox he had missed for so many days.

I searched and searched, went round and round, and watched the cycle of four seasons several times, and now I finally met.

The wind outside was getting louder and louder, and the sudden severe pain on his body woke him up from his dream. He inhaled in pain with his lips slightly parted, a sweet smell rushed into his throat, and turned into a hot stream flowing down from his mouth.

He wiped it casually, stained with blood.

Ye Zhihuan rested his blood-stained hand on the ancient knife, and suddenly felt that he had had enough of such hopeless days.

The killing day after day changed his mind. While panting in pain, he thought of his fox, and endless despair and pain surged in his heart.

This kind of pain is more unbearable than the severe pain in his body, and cold and terrible thoughts breed in this kind of pain.

He died, and the fox did not remember him, the fox forgot all about him.

When he turned into dust, the fox would not think of him when he stepped on the place where his ashes were scattered, and the trace of his existence was completely wiped out from the fox's world.

Since you will go to hell sooner or later, why not bring your favorite person with you, if you die together, maybe you can meet again in the next life.

His enchanted knife is very fast, and his knife is faster, as long as he wants, the person who is killed will not feel pain.

Ye Zhihuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and slowly withdrew the enchanted knife that was pillowed on the back of his head with his blood-stained palm.

He walked out of the wooden house with a knife in his hand, his clothes and hair dancing wildly in the wind, as he walked further and further away, his figure gradually disappeared into the dark night.

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感谢在2020-06-2723:27:02~2020-06-2823:38:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Fu Wang Sui Han 1;

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